Frailty: The Darkshine(24)

Her body glistened with sweat and her pert breasts bounced up and down as she started to lose control. He moved his hands to her breasts and tweaked the small nipples until she was begging him to go harder. He gripped her hips and flipped her on her back as he pounded into her willing flesh until both of them were screaming in orgasm. He could feel her little nails scoring his back and groaned at the feel of her marking him. His semen shot out and coated her insides as her pussy clenched around him. He could feel her hot juices explode from her, coating his cock and mixing with his own come.

He collapsed on top of her, bracing himself to the side so he didn’t crush her much smaller body. His penis slid easily out of her, both of them moaning from the loss as he wrapped his arms around her and brought her close to him. Her back rested against his chest, her bottom against his pelvis, his cock still hard and slipping easily between her ass cheeks. She was hot and smooth, and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips against her. Her breathing was becoming slow and regular, and he held her close, staying awake as he relished the idea of protecting her.


Ryce walked around his soldiers as each one of them practiced their fighting moves. He made sure they worked until blood coated them and cuts marred their bodies. “Emmoch, Gradeall, take the center.” Gradeall was a master archer, the best in the DarkShine league, while Emmoch was a master with daggers.

He watched as Gradeall took center stage, Emmoch following slowly behind him. Emmoch was the complete opposite of Gradeall in both appearance and skill. Emmoch’s pale white hair hung to his shoulders, his black eyes a sharp contrast to the light color. They were both the same in height and mass, both of their six-foot-eight-inch heights and two hundred and eighty pound build making them seem like giants. Ryce stood back and watched as the two started to circle each other. He was anxious to see who would come out on top, but he had a feeling that Emmoch would, because of his skill with his hands. Although Gradeall was skilled as well and would make an admirable opponent.

They both lunged at each other, their hands swiping out at the same time, and their fists meeting flesh at nearly the same time. Emmoch dodged a punch from Gradeall, ducking and swiping his leg out, which caused Gradeall to fall to his knees. In the next instance Gradeall was on his feet and slamming his hand into Emmoch’s chest, throwing him across the room and into the concrete wall. The force was so hard that pieces of the stone came down from the wall and sliced Emmoch’s forehead. He hissed an oath and bounded up, backhanded Gradeall and sent him flying across the other side of the room.

League soldiers moved out of the way, their grunts and chuckles feeding fuel to the fire of the two fighting males. The sparring continued for another hour before Gradeall jumped on Emmoch, causing him to fall backwards and hit his head on the ground. Emmoch was dazed momentarily, but just as he started to regain his strength, Gradeall was throwing punches in his face faster than Ryce had ever seen. Gradeall jumped off Emmoch, spitting blood from his own mouth and holding his hand out to the now black and blue Emmoch. Even though Emmoch was bloody and bruised, he would be healed and at his full strength by tomorrow.

They turned toward Ryce, awaiting their next order. Ryce pushed off the wall and walked to the center of the room. He looked at all the DarkShine males and then turned and looked at Gradeall and Emmoch. He hadn’t told his soldiers yet, but he was taking on a second in command, a DarkShine male to ultimately take over his position. He looked at Gradeall, the male that had proven himself in the hand-to-hand combat, the last test he had given the DarkShine league. He would teach Gradeall all he knew; teach him to be the future leader to the DarkShine league, and the protector of not only his race, but of the royal family as well. Of course that little detail about him resigning would have to come at a later date when no one would be able to stop him from the decision.



Helina woke slowly, stretching her arms above her head as she looked around. The warm sun shone through the window and she wasn’t surprised that she had slept like the dead. Her body was deliciously sore, reminding her of exactly what she had done the night before. She wasn’t surprised to see that Gaijryc was already awake and watching her intently. Smiling, she leaned in for a kiss. She pulled back and was about to get up and make something to eat when his big arms wrapped around her and pulled her on top of him. Giggling, she rested her head over his heart. The slow rhythmic pounding went through her like a lullaby. “Gaijryc?”

“Hmmm?” His hands ran up and down her back, tickling her in a slow, steady motion.

“Tell me about your kind and why you came here.”